like a rose petal, forgotten in a sea of thorns, out of place in this world, since the day you were born, everything around you, will never make sense, the weeds have grown out of control, the foliage so dense, being strangled close to death, gasping for each breath, wilting away from the stress, drowning from lack of water, and frozen from no sunlight, blocked from the rest of the world, and still you continue to fight, and push against the weeds, struggling to find your true bueaty, stilltrying to believe, that you could rise above this ugliness, and receave your due praise, that you could grow above this madness, and feel the suns rays, and finally be the on top, for the rest of your days.....
Reason for writing:
my life was at a time when eveything i did seemed to be not good enough...i was struggling with a lot of things...drugs freinds girlfreind school..just everything so thats why i worte it i guess
Birth sign: Aries
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